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110 she was saying, —this was the leading gentleman—

Mr. Farquar sighed heavily in the stalls. He had spent the greater part of the last three nights in writing more of the second act, because it was not long enough.

continued Mrs. Emsworth, interpreting the sigh as silence.

Suddenly her voice changed to a wheedling tenderness.

A murmur of relief went round, and the faded actors and actresses raised their drooped heads as when a shower has passed over a drought-dried garden. And Teddy R., the angel in disguise, sat sparsely down in the middle